The Golden Myth
The collapse of the eastern wing did not happen with a roar but with a long, tectonic sigh, a sound that seemed to resonate not in the air but in the marrow of the stones themselves, as if the building were an ancient organism finally surrendering to the entropy that had been gnawing at its foundations for decades. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the center of the atrium, his spectacles cracked...
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